Chaos, Greek Goddess of Emptiness and Confusion

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Papa never got over Dad. No matter how many times Aunt Hermione tried setting him up with another man or woman, Papa never went on the dates. He never went out and he never brought anyone home. Aunt Hermione would tell him that all the pent-up frustration would kill him.

He wouldn't enter anything other than friendly relationships. Whenever Aunt Hermione brought a person around for lunch (without any prior knowledge of this), my papa would tell the person straight that he only wanted friendship, if that.

I was thirteen when I caught him. I was supposed to be at Aunt Hermione's, but Rose had gotten sick, so she had sent me home. He was lying on his side with his back to the door. I came in to bid him a goodnight, but he was shaking, sobbing, pleading for my dad to forgive him. When I crawled into the bed next to him, he tried to push me away. When my arm wrapped around his middle, I found out why.

The very essence that partly created me was over his hand and on the mattress.

His pleadings soon included my forgiveness.

I told him that there was nothing wrong with it. He needed my dad just as much as he did when he was alive.

Papa told me that he was disgusting for dirtying the memory of my dad the way that he did.

I didn't see it that way.

I found it beautiful that he still wanted to make love to my dad only.

-

It was getting colder and colder by the day. As they passed, Harry found himself craving to be close to Scorpius, often eating his meals in the boy's room with him. It seemed that Malfoy was doing the same every second day or so. Once or twice, both seventeen-year-olds ended up eating with Scorpius, which he found hilarious. He told them that he had heard of their rivalry, but it never seemed to pop up when he was near them. He supposed that was a good start for his parent's relationship. They could now be near each other without trying to kill each other, and that was always a bonus, no matter how you looked at it.

To Harry, his sexuality was pretty much confirmed. He was gay. Completely and utterly attracted to males. Well, Malfoy to be precise.

Yes, Harry Potter was physically attracted to Draco Malfoy, his sworn enemy. And it was proven each time they looked at each other. Spending those lunches together made it obvious.

He was stupidly having these thoughts throughout his classes. Specifically in Charms, since the training boosted his ability with his wand. He could concentrate easily now, working his wand as if it was an extension of his own self. The spells came out without much thought, leaving him completely bored in the class. Apparently it was happening to most members of the DA.

But yes, the thoughts. He was having them constantly. He was inexperienced in homosexual matters (and still very much in heterosexual ones at that), but his dreams filled him with images he shouldn't have. Malfoy could not possibly look that good flushed an on his back staring up at Harry. Good was an understatement. He looked beyond delicious in those dreams.

In desperate need of a distraction, Harry looked to Ron and Hermione. Their relationship had been growing steadily. What few fights they had seemed nothing more than the bickering of a married couple. They seemed happy. Surprisingly, though, nothing had happened between them. It appeared as if they were still just friends. That, of course, meant that they were 'just friends' with ample sexual tension between the two of them. Harry sighed and shook his head. The two of them really needed to move up a further level and make things official. Every time the twins wrote to Ron (which was once a week now, just to piss him off), they asked whether if the two were together or not.

His thoughts were abruptly interrupted. The floor shook and the sound of an explosion resounded around them.

"What the hell was that?" Ron asked, steadying himself.

"Sounded like it came from underneath us," Hermione claimed. She then felt her face burn as she realised she had grabbed on to Ron to stop herself from falling over.

"Shit," Harry suddenly hissed, heading towards the closest staircase. "Scorpius is down in the dungeons."

-

Draco stumbled as the stone floor beneath him shuddered. He was with the Headmaster, hearing about his options now that he had rejected his father.

"Scorpius," he gasped, turning towards the door without a dismissal from Dumbledore.

The old man would have given it, anyway. He had seen how the blonde Slytherin had changed over the weeks since Scorpius literally dropped into their lives.

-

Harry was the first at the scene. The door had been blown off its hinges and white smoke billowed from the room. Summoning a gust of wind, Harry pushed clean air into the room, where he could hear strangled coughs.

"Scorpius?" he asked, trying to find the kid.

Strangely enough, Scorpius was standing in front of an exploded cauldron with little more than dust on his shoulders.

"Harry?"

"What the hell happened here?" Harry stepped over the charred remains of a chair to reach the blonde.

"I mixed something I shouldn't have," Scorpius vaguely informed him. He examined what was left of the cauldron and the table, which were quickly assimilating each other. "That could be a bad reaction..."

He stopped when Harry hit him upside the head, only to recoil as the barrier he had placed around him reacted. Harry glared at whatever it was that he came in contact with, holding his hand close to his chest.

"And who did that to you?"

The blonde grinned sheepishly. "Well, when I told Uncle Sev that this was my first time attempting this potion, he cast a little barrier around me...he must have known that this would have happened."

"Get him to take it down so I can properly hit you."

Green eyes twinkled, almost with delight at Harry's words. "He's not here..."

"I don't care! I'll do it, then!" Harry sighed with frustration. "How can you, such a brilliant kid, do something this stupid? And Snape should have known better than to have let you go through with it, especially if he knew beforehand that it was this dangerous!"

Lips turned into a pout. "Fine. Don't ask if I'm alright."

Harry paused. "...Are you hurt?"

"No, thank you."

"Good." And with that, Harry removed the barrier and smacked him on the head again. "You raving lunatic!"

"You're not being fair," Scorpius argued. "I just wanted to help..."

"By blowing yourself up? Stupid idea! You can't very well do much when you're a pile of pulp. I don't think I could name anyone stupid enough to rock the whole castle with a potions mistake!"

A smile returned to Scorpius' face. "I rocked the castle? That's a new record or something..." Another swipe to the head caught the boy again. "That's child abuse, you know?" Thinking back to his childhood, he rarely remembered such a look of sorrow on his papa's face. "What-what's wrong?"

Harry shook himself out of it.

"It's nothing."

Just to prove it, he struck Scorpius again, though much lighter than before.

"So...no more lecture?"

"What happened?" Hermione gasped from the doorway.

Ron had arrived with her, but was standing in shock. His eyes were focused on the young Malfoy, who was being brushed down by a duster Harry had summoned.

"He's identical to him..." Ron pointed out, causing Hermione to send him a weak glare.

"That's not important right now, Ronald," she sighed, moving forward to the blonde. "Are you hurt anywhere?"

Scorpius looked up at Harry with a disapproving look. "See? She can do it properly." His eyes returned to Hermione's face. "He didn't ask until after the lecture. I'm just fine, thank you."

Harry rolled his eyes before he made his duster smother Scorpius for a second.

"Harry," Hermione chided. "I'm Hermione Granger. You must be Scorpius..."

"I'm guessing Harry's been talking about me. I'm not surprised. Dad always said that the Golden Trio was inseparable," Scorpius smiled pleasantly. "You're in my life a lot, actually. You and my papa are close."

"Really?" Hermione scooted closer to the child.

"Yes. I don't think he would have made it all those years without my dad if it weren't for you. You're very important to everyone in my family. Hell, even Dad starts to think of you as a friend. You were there for the wedding...you're actually my godmother."

That surprised them. "Wow. That's strange," Harry admitted, finishing off the dusting. "Is your papa a Gryffindor or something?"

Scorpius scoffed. "Could you imagine my dad's reaction to the thought of marrying a Gryffindor?"

"Right..."

"Aunt Hermione and Dad worked together in my time. Well, they did before Aunt Hermione fell pregnant."

"I have a baby?" Hermione questioned.

"I can't tell you any more than that..."

"He always stops at the good part," Harry told Hermione simply as he got to work on cleaning up the rest of the mess the boy had made. "Are you gonna help with this?"

Scorpius shook his head with a bright smile. "Nope. I can't. I can't do that much magic."

Harry rolled his eyes before he pointed his wand at the deformed creation that was Scorpius' cauldron.

"Snape is going to chew your arse up for this."

"I'm his favourite. He won't."

Ron scoffed this time. "Malfoy's his favourite, mate. You might be his kid, but you're not him."

"I'm just as good as Dad, if not better. I made it here after making adjustments to the potion he created..."

The redhead was pushed out of the way as Severus entered the room. He took one look around before he narrowed his eyes at Scorpius. "I can't believe you!" he snapped, stepping towards the youth. "Of all the stupid, idiotic things to do, you bloody well mixed the bicorn parts with the graphorn parts without boiling the bicorn first! Are you completely insipid?"

"I didn't mean to...I accidentally boiled the graphorn instead..."

"Idiot!"

Scorpius pouted. "If my dad made this mistake, you wouldn't be this pissed off."

"Your dad isn't stupid enough to make this mistake," Severus sighed heavily. With a simple wave of his wand and a soft mutter under his breath, the room was completely tidied.

"I need to learn that one," Harry murmured.

"And what do you lot think you're doing here?" Severus demanded, turning around to glare at Harry. "If you're caught down here, in the middle of this mess, we'd have a lot of explaining to do. We could have easily have passed this off to being one of Draco's mistakes, but no one would be stupid enough to believe that you were here for Draco's well-being."

Harry pointed at Scorpius. "I was making sure he was alright. It's not every day an explosion comes from the dungeons..."

"There were plenty over the years, Potter. Longbottom made sure we were in constant supply of them."

"And anyway, you're just as much to blame for all of this." He heard Hermione's sharp intake of air, but ignored it. "If you knew it was this damn dangerous, why'd you let him try it? He could have exploded into several pieces, but you let him go through with it!"

"Do not raise your voice at me," Severus threatened. "Fifty points from Gryffindor. Push it anymore and it'll be detention for a month."

Harry moved to argue with the punishment, but stopped as Scorpius grabbed his arm. "Please don't," he pleaded softly. "This is my fault anyway."

The brunette said nothing to that but grabbed Scorpius into his arms. "I'm just glad that you're okay. I don't know why I yelled at you that way..."

His words were interrupted by Malfoy's demanding voice. "What the hell are you doing to my son, Potter?"

Harry just about jumped away from Scorpius before he turned around to glare at the short blonde. "I am doing what you failed to do, Malfoy. You're not really being a good father, letting him blow up like that, you know?"

Malfoy returned the glare, which would always be a little bit more potent than Harry's own. "I was preoccupied..."

"Too preoccupied to care that your child was down here?"

Arms folded over a small chest. "I do not have to explain myself to you."

"Maybe not to me, but Scorpius sure deserves an answer as to why you were too busy to be here for him."

Grey eyes landed on Scorpius, who was grinning slightly. "What are you so entertained over?" he barked.

"I'm just finding this really funny. You had given me the lecture of my life and now he's giving you one," Scorpius explained innocently. He couldn't help but smile wider as his dad turned to his papa, frowning.

"You chided him?"

"You weren't here," Harry offered lightly.

"He is my child. Not yours. It isn't your place to lecture him about anything. Play parent to some other kid. This one's mine."

Harry couldn't help but laugh at the way Malfoy said that. "Yeah, I'll go pick up some child from an orphanage and start that way. I'm sure that'll work just fine."

"Knock up your Weaselette for all I care," Malfoy hissed before a smirk blossomed on his lips. "Oh, that's right. You don't swing that way anymore." Both pairs of green eyes widened, causing Malfoy more glee. "You're not out of the closet yet? Scorpius told me all about it. You marry a man and every..."

"Dad," Scorpius groaned, grabbing his dad's arm weakly. "These things weren't meant to be talked about...and it was up to him if he wanted to tell everyone that."

Malfoy merely rolled his eyes.

"Harry?" Ron asked softly.

"Later, please, Ron," Harry breathed, glaring as hard as he possibly could at the older blonde. His eyes softened as he looked at Scorpius. "So you're okay?'

"Yeah," Scorpius breathed, sensing the tension in the room. He felt his stomach turn slightly.

"Are you sure?" Malfoy asked, quickly pushing the hair from Scorpius' eyes. His hand skimmed Scorpius' forehead before settling.

Harry, despite his current distaste for the older Malfoy, couldn't help but want to be there.

"I don't know. My stomach just suddenly..."

"Could it be the potion?" That was directed towards Severus.

"I've never heard of that side effect with this one before," Severus objected.

As the two questioned what it was that was wrong with Scorpius, Hermione started to move the two male Gryffindors from the room. Ron went without a question, but Harry was much harder to remove. He was by Scorpius' side before Hermione had a chance to grab his arm to pull him back. Malfoy didn't seem to worry about it, though.

It was only after their hands brushed that they even seemed to notice that the two of them had started to fawn over the boy.

After their nervous jolt, Scorpius' stomach returned to normal.

-

It took Hermione and Ron a while to coax Harry away from the two Malfoys, but when they managed it, they had a lot of questions to ask.

"What the hell was with you and Malfoy?" Ron demanded, pushing Harry into a sitting position on his bed. Hermione shooed away the other boys from the room.

"I don't know, Ron. It's not the first time it's happened. It's like Malfoy isn't Malfoy when we're in the same room as Scorpius. Things just change between the two of us," Harry tried to explain.

Ron fell back onto his own bed. "And what did Malfoy mean about you not being straight?" Harry didn't answer. "Why didn't you tell us?" Blue eyes dodged to Hermione. "And why aren't you asking about this?"

"Ginny told you, didn't she?" Harry asked Hermione softly.

Silence fell upon the trio as Hermione sat next to Harry. She pulled him into her arms without a second thought. "You really are an idiot, you know that?" Regardless, she held him close to her. "Wizards don't care for sexuality. Homosexuals in the wizarding world are given everything homosexuals in the Muggle world aren't."

Harry hid his face in her shoulder. "I've just never been too sure of it..."

"So you are gay?" Ron questioned. He felt a smile reach his face as he saw Harry nod his head. "Mate, it's no big deal. At least now we know it wasn't Ginny and that there's still a chance that she can be attractive to some guy."

"Ronald," Hermione chided instantly. "Harry, we love you, no matter what."

"But come on," Ron scoffed. "Surely you could have chosen a bit better than Malfoy..."

"There's nothing going on between me and Malfoy," Harry responded instantly, despite his red face. "He's still an arse and we still hate each other. Just because I feel the need to baby his kid doesn't mean that we're interested in each other."

Hermione grinned. "I have to admit, though, that you couldn't have appreciated a better looking guy. Malfoy has that going for him."

His face burned further.

"You've got to be kidding me, Hermione," Ron objected, smiling all the while.

"Have you seen him lately, Ron? He is one handsome young man."

"Too bad he's a jackass."

"Suppose," Hermione agreed before hugging Harry tightly again. "You don't have to worry about these things, Harry. We're always here for you."

-

Draco had been given privileges by Dumbledore that suited his and Scorpius' needs perfectly. Although he didn't have an Invisibility Cloak, he was free to walk the castle at any point, regardless to the curfew placed upon all other students.

Scorpius had explained to Draco that Draco had been the one to mother him the most. Whenever he scraped his knee when he tripped over or fell ill, it was Draco would who hold him tightly and tell him it was okay.

"I really miss him," Scorpius admitted, rolling onto his side as Draco carefully tucked him into bed. He couldn't help but ask this of his dad since it was an experience he hadn't had for ten years.

"I wish I knew who he is," Draco smiled, smoothing back his son's hair gently. He pressed a simple kiss to Scorpius' forehead and cuddled him. "You can't give me a hint or anything?"

The taller blonde shook his head. "Uncle Sev would get really angry at me, and I want to be born if everything turns out alright."

"I promise I won't tell him."

Scorpius laughed softly. "You know, I was always shocked with how the two of you treated me. It was as if I was your everything."

"You are," Draco whispered.

The laughter got louder. "You're so maternal."

With a look of mock-hurt, Draco pulled away from his son. "I'm purely paternal. There is nothing feminine about me. I'm a male, Scorpius."

With a big yawn, Scorpius turned to his side, facing away from his dad. "Good night."

Draco had noticed it before, but when Scorpius decided he was ready for sleep, he was out like a light the moment he turned to his left. And there was no waking him until he got at least eight hours of sleep. They had tried everything to wake the boy, but nothing worked.

He smoothed back his son's hair before pressing a goodnight kiss to his forehead and left for the Slytherin common room. The moment he opened the door out of the room, he jolted with shock.

The door smacked straight into something else that was behind it.

"Holy shit, Malfoy," Potter's voice came from the blank spot before him. Draco closed the door, mindful of his sleeping son behind him.

With a glare, Draco grabbed at the void until he came in contact with the Invisibility Cloak Draco knew would be there and tore the piece of material. Potter was quickly revealed, dishevelled, holding a hand up to his face where the door had connected with him.

Draco found himself staring. The brunette boy's hair was messier than usual, having had the Cloak dragged over it from behind, his glasses were askew and he had discarded his school robes for a casual tee and jeans.

Potter's hand slipped down from his now red nose as he fixed up his glasses, setting them back in place. Draco was barely aware of those green eyes staring at him. It was only when Potter raised an eyebrow at him that he snapped back to reality.

"Scorpius is sleeping, plebeian," Draco hissed, returning to the Malfoy the Potter boy knew.

"I just wanted to check up on him-make sure there were no ill effects from the explosion."

"He's fine."

Harry just about felt his stomach flip at the casual drawl Malfoy was using. It was the same expression and tone as usual, but there was just something about it lately that 'interested' him. Remembering his conversation with his best friends, he tried his hardest not to blush.

He lost the battle when he saw the way grey eyes were sauntering over his face, taking in every detail. Harry's entire face burned and from the blonde's smirk, he knew that the Slytherin had noticed.

Harry's breath caught in his throat as Draco raised a hand up to Harry's own lips. The fingertips barely caressed the bottom, thumbing a place that stung cruelly.

"Looks like I got you," Draco murmured softly, trailing the upper lip now.

"It's okay-nothing I can't fix." Harry found himself whispering the response and couldn't resist making contact with a delicate fingertip with his tongue in the briefest touch. He was rewarded with a sharp gasp.

Draco didn't seem to mind that, stepping closer. The fingertips moved onto Harry's cheek before threading through his dark hair. Harry's own hand found the hem of Draco's shirt, needing something of the blonde's to touch.

"It wasn't an apology."

Draco was in the same trance Harry had been put under.

Craving more physicality between them, Harry stepped forward also.

"Arsehole," Harry responded, not caring for the words between them. They were far away from reality, from where being this close wasn't accepted. Neither cared for that world at that moment. All either wanted to do was to eliminate the space between them.

Harry's hand came up to wrap around Draco's wrist, wanting to touch after feeling Draco's fingers threading through his hair, across his jaw, down his neck...

The moment Harry's Seeker-trained fingers closed around Draco's wrist, his entire hand tingled.

Draco's wrist reacted the same way and that terrified him, bringing him out of the revere he had been in. "Let go of me before I deduct points, Potter," he snapped, stepping back away from Harry's body. "And stay the hell away from me."

And with that, he ran. He left Harry behind, heading away from the common rooms.

Needless to say, Harry was confused. Taking Malfoy's word for it, he abandoned his quest to confirm Scorpius' safety and instead headed straight to bed. He barely remembered the throw the Invisibility Cloak back on.

-

Draco couldn't explain it. He had never experienced anything that powerful before. He wasn't sure if Potter's magic was out of control or if it was the physical attraction between the two of them.

Denial wasn't an option when Potter's lure was concerned. The Boy-Who-Lived had plenty of sex appeal, and Draco had never denied it before. His last boyfriend had been a Durmstrang boy who had admitted to enjoying the thought of the three of them together. Draco couldn't help but lick his lips as that suggestion was made. Yes, Potter might have been the thorn in his side, but damnit, he was one hell of a sexy thorn.

He had everything Draco liked. There were very few things that stopped him from wrapping himself around the brunette and begging him to do to him whatever it was he wanted to do.

Yes. That idea appealed to him very nicely.

"I need a cold shower," he breathed to himself, staring up at his ceiling. His body was highly aware of Potter's appeal and had reacted in kind. It casually ignored the negatives about the boy.

He thought back to that touch and how it felt. It was nearing better than sex.

His body was getting tighter and tighter as the thoughts continued.

Draco groaned as he looked down on himself.

"I did not just do that," he muttered. "Go back down, you bastard."

Of course, being the lively teen that he was, his body didn't listen to him. Instead, he whipped out his wand to ensure all privacy measures were taken before he reached down to deal with the problem.

-

Harry washed his hand. It still tingled from that single touch, and from Malfoy's reaction, he was quite certain the other boy had felt it as well. The power between them was only strengthened by their animosity. Maybe something physical was beginning to form between the two of them but there wasn't much he could do about that. In fact, he wasn't willing to change it. He was quite content with the time he shared with Malfoy.

He found himself constantly reminding himself as to whom and what Malfoy was. He would have been a murderer if it wasn't for Scorpius' intervention.

They were two complete opposites, and if that wasn't enough, the blonde had a kid. For the time being, he was a single father, dealing with a child only two years younger than him.

"It doesn't get much more screwed up," Harry groaned to himself as he looked up at his face in the mirror. His hand still fizzled with the memory and his lip had started to swell. He did away with the cut with a simple spell before he decided on a shower. He wanted the tingling to stop. The more Harry relished the sensation, the more he thought about Malfoy. And the more he thought about that young man, the more cold water he'd had to put into the shower.

The attraction was starting to get out of hand, but he still wouldn't change it for the world. It was a twisted thing, but it felt more than normal. And that just screwed up his head even more.

When he entered the shower, the water was perfect.

As it proceeded, it quickly lost all heat as Harry tried to cool down his raging teenage body.

"You bastard," he grumbled, resting his forearms against the shower wall, directing the words towards a certain part of his anatomy. "One touch from him and..."

Harry abruptly halted his words when he realised they were doing nothing for his aching need.

He had no idea that however many floors beneath him, the blonde teen was taking the different road to deal with the same problem.